A little chat

Two weeks ago, I've met the One With Many Names. We talked for hours. I asked him what his true name was; he didn't reply. I've insisted on the question, and he started raging, screaming, burning everything in his way. I've asked him if he didn't like talking about his True Name because of some weird hocus pocus effect, or if it was to avoid being detected by God.

He answered, infuriated: "The True Name of a being is the greatest source of power one can posess over that being. Were you to know my True Name, you would be my Master, and I would be your slave. You would become my God; you would be wherever I would be, you would know whatever I know, you would be able to do with me anything your wicked mind could conjure up. I retain an obsessive consideration for myself, y'see; I won't part with my soul to any fool, and everything else may burn. When humans were created, I would continue to worry only with the conservation of my immortality, and should your foul race disappear, I'll try to hold any of you from reaching the dullness of Paradise."

He's a renegade, I wondered. Someone to be pitied. Clever we have been to deny him influence over our fate, but he may have some truth yet to part with us about our sponsors up above.

Powerful beings

A powerful being is one who can enforce other beings to behave against their own interests. Even more powerful is one who can enchant weaker minds in the illusion that they are helping themselves, when they're actually doing the bidding of the more powerful being.

Thus is God explained, or at least the Demiurge who is channeling the souls of our dead to fuel his immortality.

I intend to replace him. Nham!

Anticristo, a movie after my own heart

Despite the fact that it was not made by fellow Americans, this Anticristo movie, by Lars von Trier, is one of the most touching and beautiful odes to mankind. Kudos, von Trier!

I simply couldn't hold back tears of approval when a computer rendered fox, feasting on its own bowels, paid homage to the fundamental principle of the Universe and uttered the words: "Chaos reigns". Indeed, chaos reigns, and order is but a possibility in the infinite myriad of realities; if anything, the existence of order only makes chaos tastier and more shocking - chaos creates order, order creates the fox and its bowels, chaos makes the fox eat its own body, thus perverting everything more than ever.

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The obvious apex of the Anticristo experience is when the woman cuts away her... self with a pair of scissors, after unearthing her half-dead husband, buried after she pierced his leg with and iron bar and jerked him off for a bloody ejaculation.
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I didn't think the director would have the guts to show all of this, but he did; the camera never deviated to spare the faint-hearted viewer. Kudos, von Trier! Not many people share your stomach for absolutely horrific images. I do.

Unfortunately, the fool which I inhabit couldn't watch your nightmare and changed the channel, so I can't say more than I already have: the movie is awesome. Keep up the good work!